"One of these days you will be men, and then you will go on war parties and kill your enemies, and then you will be fit to join in the dog feast.

Be brave, and do not fear the sting of the hornet, for if you do, you will be cowards instead of warriors, and the braves will call you women and laugh at you." This was enough to animate the courage of the boys--some of them not more than five years old pushed ahead of their elder brothers, eager to show to their fathers, who accompanied them, how little they feared their enemies, as they termed the hornets.

And formidable enemies they were too--for many of the little fellows returned sadly stung, with swollen limbs, and closed eyes; but they bore their wounds as well as brave men would have endured their pain on a battle-field.
After leaving their village, they entered the woods farther from the banks of the river.

The guide who had seen the nest led the way, and the miniature warriors trod as lightly as if there was danger of rousing a sleeping foe.

At last the old man pointed to the nest, and without a moment's hesitation, the young Dahcotahs attacked it.